Chickens, Rural life

The joy of morning chores

The sun is barely breaking over the trees in the east and I’m standing in front of the coop, just watching. Watching the sun rise. Watching the dogs wrestle. Watching the chickens dart back and forth, eating our leftovers from the night before. They never just sit still and eat what is in front of them. Their little heads bob, this way and that. I used to think they were picking out their favorite bits, for they certainly do have their favorite morsels, but they behave the same way when the treats are all the same.

So now I know they’re just chickens and that’s just what chickens do.

The birds are relatively quiet. There is a call now and again. A jay squawks in the treeline. A bird I have not yet identified hides in a bush behind me and makes its “peep, prrreeep.” An entire murder of crows rises from the trees down by the river and flies silently overhead, just beginning to disperse on the other side of our property. I wonder for a moment if they are the reason I have not seen any hawks. And I am a little surprised at just how quiet the morning is.

Still, I just stand there. I’m not really sure how long it has been since I opened the coop door, but not the dogs are just standing in front of me, watching and waiting. They’ve already licked the bowl we use to store our leftovers clean, but they don’t know what to do next until I move. If I walk the property, they will romp off that direction. If I head toward the house, they will be waiting at the door when I get there.

Still, I just stand there. I’m not really thinking about anything. The chickens are almost finished with the tuna fish I pulled out of the back of the refrigerator and are moving on to the carrot peelings from the carrots I put in my husband’s cooler for his trip to Ravenna. The sleet turns to snow and I look up at the sky, asking the dogs if they think we really will get five inches.

I’m soaked, and decide it is probably time to get back to the house. It’s warm inside and the children are just beginning to wake, greeting me in their pajamas with sleep still in their eyes.

Where were you, mommy?

Just feeding the chickens.

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5 thoughts on “The joy of morning chores

  1. It is wonderful to enjoy the moments when we are doing ‘routine stuff’ because life is made up of so many of them. If we do not fully enjoy them, then we are missing out on being happy in a large part of our life. Wonderful posting 🙂

  2. Thanks for stopping by my blog and laughing with me about burn barrels. Our are now a lovely shade of rust! Just the way I like ’em. I also love feeding the chickens. They calm me somehow and make me happy.

    1. I have been involved with dog recuse approximately 5 years. Have recused over 300+ dogs in that time frame. I enjoy taking an unwanted or abused dogs off the street, rehabilitating them, getting their shots, getting them fixed, and and finding a good home. Was recently questioned by boyfriend’s family why I have so many dogs and maybe I should get out of it since it is time consuming and expensive. Slowly but surely I have done so but I hate to say it my heart belongs with the dogs. I could care less about fancy clothes, a new car, a clean house, all the money in the world. As long as I have been compassionate to an animal, that is all the happiness I need! Sorry such a long post. Michelle

  3. You are so right – it is easy to get caught up in what we have to do – chores- and not take the time to enjoy what is going on around us!
    I love watching our chickens. We had snow last week and they were so funny picking there way through it all!

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